Trent Wray
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Well ... that's not exactly the kind of eye witness accounts I'm talking aboutI perfectly understand, and cannot fault you any for wanting to hear eyewitness accounts.
HAH! I forgot to relate to you something which did happen to my twin brother just before Christmas of 2008.
From between the years 2005 and June of 2009, my brother had signed on with Washington Mutual up in NYC as an IT guy. So he was living in New York for a while before this particular incident.
Some backstory:
Neither my brother nor myself had attended church since at least high school (graduated in 2002.) In fact, neither of us really much much thought to God whatsoever. Basically, we were both agnostic.
But one Thursday....the second Thursday of the month of December, he was coming home from a late night at the office. He didn't get off work until about 11 PM that night. But for some reason, he didn't feel like going directly home, but also didn't feel like going out either. So he decided to stop at this one church, because he knew it was going to be a nice quiet, and peaceful place to sit down, and rest a bit to sort some things out in his mind. After a while, he got up and left to go home, after feeling more at peace.
The very next night was another late night at the office. Coming through the same intersection almost exactly 24 hours later, his car was struck by a semi. An 18-wheel semi. His car just absolutely vanished into nothing but steel and glass. (It was later determined the driver of the truck was doing about 50 MPH, and ran the red light just as my brother was coming through the intersection. How the hell you can get such a large vehicle up to such a speed in the middle of the friggin city, I have no idea!) Any way, my brothers car was struck on the rear passenger side door. (The rear right-hand side, in case your not in the US.)
Pretty much the car was completely demolished, as you can well imagine. Not just demolished, but totally obliterated. Looked exactly like the rubble from the Twin Towers. At least, the rear and right-hand side of the car. 3/4 of the car. It basically sawed the car in half, taking out the entire rear, plus making the front passenger seat area was ripped out and behind the driver seat. The only thing left, was the driver's side, and most of the engine block, and the driver's door. Even the center console between passenger and driver was gone!
After the truck literally smashed it's way through the car, much as if it has smashed it's way through the side of a barn or something, the rest of the vehicle, including my brother (the seat, steering column, driver's door, half the engine block, gas and break pedals) went sailing across the intersection, and slammed into a light post or something. Some kind of pole, which proceeded to bend in half, and smash down on what was left of the vehicle, annihilating the rest of the engine block in front of my brother, and his door finally came loose and dropped off completely.
Meanwhile, the truck continued on it's head-long course, before finally coming to a complete stop nearly a block later, miraculously missing any other property. A nice-sized chunk of steel from my brother's car (it was an axle) went streaming through another vehicle's windshield like a javelin, mostly going clean through the passenger seat. That car, too, had a lone driver. (Apparently, the driver had just dropped off his girlfriend literally 10 minutes before hand!)
Upon coming to the scene, the first cops thought they were going to have a mess on their hands with body parts all over the road. They came up to whatever the hell was left of Ant's car. (My brother;s name is Anthony.) They saw a completely intact person in the passenger seat, but the cops insisted that they knew in their minds he was dead. No way anyone survived this thing. One of the cops reached out to check the pulse, but didn't find one, and reported one dead at the scene.
Paramedics and an ambulance arrived with a body bag. Of course, they checked for a pulse, and found one. They were able to get him out very rapidly, for the steering column and whatever was left of the dashboard was bubbled outward like, and the door was laying on the ground. In fact, where the passenger seat was SUPPOSED to be, a paramedic was able to go from that side equally as easily! There just simply was nothing there. So they were able to get him out of the...uuhh..."car"....properly without moving his body which may place him in greater danger. (One of the reasons why untrained people are not supposed to touch someone in a car accident. You can injure them even further, all too easily!)
Anyway, got him in the ambulance, and did all the standard procedures on him, with using the oxygen mask, and checking his vitals and whatever else they do. By the time they got to the hospital, they were sure there had to be some broken ones, or internal injury somewhere. But once in the hospital, there was nothing. No internal bleeding. No broken bones. Not even a scratch or a bruise anywhere! He was just simply passed out.
When he finally woke up and was coherent enough to hold a conversation, he does not remember the accident much at all. Only thing he remembers was being in a dream-like state, looking out the passenger side of his car, seeing this big light coming towards him all in slow-motion. At which point, he kept asking people "what happened to the other person? Was he Ok?" Everyone was wondering what he was talking about. Yes, the truck driver was Ok. Yes, everyone in the intersection was fine. But he swears that if his dream were the accident, then someone must have been squashed by the truck. He insists still to this day, he saw clearly a person standing between him and the bright light, with his right arm raised towards the light. ...
I dunno, but that story really brings chills to me. It has really made me think that maybe there is something to this whole God thing after all. I mean, I know Ant. I know Ant more than any human being can possibly know any other human being. It is impossible for him to make up a story and lie to me. And there is nothing but sincere honesty, fringed with a touch of fear and wide-eyed wonderment anytime he relates the story back to me. And he is frightfully consistent, even from the very first time when he told what he saw while he was barely coherent in the hospital.
In any case, it turns out the driver of that truck was above the legal limit of blood-alcohol, and was driving a semi trailer more than 25 mph above the speed limit on a surface street, blowing through a red light. It was his own truck, too. Basically, he lost his CDL and regular license permanently, went to prison, and all his assets were seized to pay off fines, hospital bills, and damages from the lawsuit Ant obtained.
Regardless, this is an anecdotal story ... and what your brother claims to have seen in the dream like state could have been any number of things. But the person he claims he saw get hit didn't identify himself, right? He didn't say, "I'm a god," or "I'm a supernatural being," or "I'm Thor," or "I'm an angelic creature," or "I'm from another dimension," etc and so forth. Right? There were no messages relayed to your brother from this person, if in fact it wasn't something within his imagination during the time, right?
Plus, he's your brother, not mine. If he's convinced he saw a supernatural being, and you choose to believe him ... it's still not applicable to me. Not only does the story not point to anything in particular, even if the person WAS supernatural, and DID appear to just your brother ... it still is an unidentified being. How do you know it was "gods"? Not an alien? Why pick one brand of paranormal explanations over another? Furthermore, to believe your brother, requires faith on your part. Or those close to him.
I don't want to have faith in your brother's story, I want to see it for myself or be told what I need to do.
Now, I don't mean to pick your story apart ... I'm just using it as an example to further explain what I mean by "accounts", and non-postcard type of stories or evidence. First hand stuff that is practical and applicable .... I should have described it better perhaps.
That's more of what I mean by "eye witness", although using the phrase eye witness was probably misleading. Something more tangible. Less having to do with feelings, and goosebumps, or visionary type experiences that raise more questions than answers, etc and so forth. Something ... practical ... or something that might actually reveal some useful information. Like, "I met with God, and God told me to tell you that he's going to meet with you as well at 10:30am tomorrow, by the brook at Fair Park," or something to that effect. Or, "God is indeed loving, and to prove it to you, He said that He's going to ________" or something. Practical things that will actually play out in real life and can be counted on.